Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Joyce Sims,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.